The engineer has a train
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug
And on that train he has a smokestack
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug
With a chug-chug here and a chug-chug there, here a chug, there a chug, everywhere a chug-chug

The opening grabs you by the scruff of your unkept beard and drags all the way through the 7 Circles of Hell before depositing you halfway across the galaxy with selective amnesia of the world outside this album for a day. A true hardcore progressive metal jazz fusion mix up which alienates everybody except those brave enough to finish this amazing journey of musical mastership.